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			<title>The Hawks in the Leaves</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 01 Oct 2018 00:00:00 -0400</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>The silly chickens huddle in dismay.
<br>
Each shadow cast by falling leaves they take
<br>
to be a hawk descending on its prey.
<br>
They&rsquo;re scared, while I&rsquo;m just resting on my rake.
<br>
Today&rsquo;s the stripping day, when in a blink
<br>
our postcard fall receives its fatal blow.
<br>
Some blame the southwest wind. I&rsquo;d like to think
<br>
the leaves themselves know when to go.
<br>
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			<title>The K-T Boundary</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 01 Jan 2017 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p><i>The Cretaceous-Tertiary (K-T) boundary is a distinct layer in the rock strata laid down about 65 million years ago. Its creation coincides with the mass extinction of the dinosaurs and it contains high levels of iridium, an element found in asteroids.</i>
<br>
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			<title>The Snowstorms that Remain</title>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2016 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>I&rsquo;m waiting like a child on Christmas Eve,
<br>
waiting for dawn to show me that the snow
<br>
is finally here. It&rsquo;s falling, I believe,
<br>
but I&rsquo;ll need more of morning light to know.
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			<title>Los Alamos</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2016 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>The mountaineers of Hitler&rsquo;s 16th corps
<br>
stood on Mt. Elbrus and admired the view,
<br>
confident that peace was near. Case Blue
<br>
had gone as planned. In one last blitz they&rsquo;d tour
<br>
the storied Caspian&mdash;along its shore,
<br>
the vital oil of Grozny and Baku.
<br>
Russia would fall in 1942&mdash;
<br>
the stronger race deserved to win the war.
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			<title>The End Is Near</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jan 2014 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>The last few monks retreat in monasteries,
<br>
 the vigilant in town consult well-thumbed
<br>
 survival guides, and all the caged canaries
<br>
 left in the mines have recently succumbed.
<br>
 Tales reach us of some vast deforestation;
<br>
 down at the corner store, those in the know
<br>
 predict the President&rsquo;s assassination;
<br>
 and, any day now, Betelgeuse will blow.
<br>
 Although I&rsquo;m wary of a stranger&rsquo;s touch&#151;
<br>
 I, too, hear rumors of an epidemic&#151;
<br>
 the wearing of protective gear is such
<br>
 a waste of time when entropy&rsquo;s systemic.
<br>
 No need to build a shelter. Let down your guard.
<br>
 The end is always near. Come, kiss me hard.
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			<title>NCAA</title>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 01 Mar 2013 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p> It&rsquo;s always been 
<br>
 Reward the win, 
<br>
 Ignore the sin. 
<br>
 The conscience sleeps 
<br>
 When money keeps 
<br>
 Pouring in. 
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			<title>Nothing Lies</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p> An atom&#146;s 99.9% 
<br>
 nothing at all. The world&#146;s an empty place. 
<br>
 Its solid shapes are objects we invent 
<br>
 to give a form to nuclei and space. 
<br>
 But these constructions aren&#146;t exactly fake&rdquo; 
<br>
 it hurts when, as a test, we kick a stone; 
<br>
 electrons charge across the void and make 
<br>
 illusions hard enough to break a bone. 
<br>
 Outside the window, photons waver, glow, 
<br>
 collapsing to what matters here: your bright 
<br>
 blue scarf, dark hair; a body that I know 
<br>
 is not a trick of late November light. 
<br>
 You and I&rdquo;more than a thought, thin air&rdquo; 
<br>
 unique arrangements of what isn&#146;t there. 
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			<title>Sales Pitch</title>
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			<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2011 00:00:00 -0400</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p> He walked with me around the grounds, 
<br>
 expecting me to give away&rdquo; 
<br>
 by how I sighed at this, or shrugged 
<br>
 at that&rdquo;what I might spend,  
<em> today </em>
 , 
<br>
 to buy a proper burial plot 
<br>
 in his North Derry cemetery. 
<br>
 We ended up out in the field 
<br>
 where all the new graves were arranged 
<br>
 in cul-de-sacs and perfect lines 
<br>
 like fresh suburban sub-divisions. 
<br>
  
<br>
 &#147;I see you&#146;re no fan of the heat&rdquo; 
<br>
 the sun just pounds this open spot. 
<br>
 For just a little more I&#146;ve got 
<br>
 a space under those maple trees, 
<br>
 the older ones along the lane.&#148; 
<br>
  
<br>
 I saw what he was pointing at, 
<br>
 admired how the narrow path 
<br>
 wound crookedly along the cool 
<br>
 edge of the woods. I thought of how 
<br>
 there would be colors in the fall 
<br>
 and how the big trees neatly framed 
<br>
 the little view of Uncanoonuc 
<br>
 I&#146;d always have across the way&rdquo; 
<br>
 a sight a visitor might like. 
<br>
  
<br>
 &#147;It really isn&#146;t that much more. 
<br>
 There&#146;s only one or two plots left.&#148; 
<br>
  
<br>
 I felt the sweat run down my brow, 
<br>
 looked at the summer sky and knew 
<br>
 whatever extra price I paid, 
<br>
 I&#146;d rest more comfortably in shade. 
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			<title>Not2B.com</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 10 Aug 2010 00:00:00 -0400</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p> This is a choice&mdash;it&rsquo;s not a tragedy&mdash;
<br>
 And we exist to help you get it done. 
<br>
 Why make this harder than it has to be? 
<br>
       
<br>
 Click through, review a wide variety 
<br>
 Of products and advice. Please, have some fun! 
<br>
 This is a choice and not a tragedy. 
<br>
       
<br>
 Our pills? Organic, and they&rsquo;re gluten-free. 
<br>
 Don&rsquo;t miss our &ldquo;Steady Stand&rdquo; to hold your gun. 
<br>
 Why make this harder than it has to be? 
<br>
  
<br>
 All items have a lifetime guarantee, 
<br>
 So rest assured you&rsquo;ve bought the best, bar none. 
<br>
 Make a choice. Avoid a tragedy: 
<br>
       
<br>
 With our assistance you can probably  
<br>
 Forgo a costly, dangerous dry-run. 
<br>
 Friends make this harder than it has to be, 
<br>
       
<br>
 But we&rsquo;re committed to your privacy 
<br>
 And won&rsquo;t disclose your plans to anyone. 
<br>
 This is a choice. It&rsquo;s not a tragedy. 
<br>
 Why make this harder than it has to be? 
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			<title>Of Metaphor in Heaven</title>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 01 Apr 2007 00:00:00 -0400</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p> No intimations, fables, puppet shows; 
<br>
 
No need for parables: up there one sees 
<br>
 
Reality; good books stay on the shelf. 
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